Lyrics:
Ooh
Workin' all day for the bossman Ray
Who doesn't do a whole lot for ya
Toilin' away for not enough pay
Not too high above the minimum wage
Six AM
Minimum wage can't pay rent
Somebody make it make sense
Gimme a full life, don't distract
Runnin' same circles 'round a cul-de-sac
Graduate 18 get
Through the storm, through the rain
Use my smile, hide my pain
Never cry if you fail
That's just, that's just the wages of sin
Through the storm,
Champagne wage, no it ain't no Lemonade
Costs an arm and a leg
To put a badge on ya arm and ya leg
Put in work ya gotta get the cash in
Left side ya gotta
at 10am
Profit > people
The struggle to be equal
Overworked and underpaid
We are slaves to the wage
I was waiting for the world to end
I just didn't even
accolades
Knowing one by one
We'll be laid to waste
But until that day
We must bravely carry on
To wage the war of love
All we are
We're the reckless hearts
(Get the wages bitch!)
Prendi questi soldi che ti fanno poco comodo
Tu raccogli la merda per chi sta su questo trono bro
Io ancora trabajo todo el
/they on me I’m hitting the dash /police is coming I’m run away /they see me I’m gettin the cash /I came a long way from minimum wage
Yea I came a long
Everybody's got their arms around
Everybody else's shoulders
Guarding against the world outside
Like an army of Friday night soldiers
The battle wages
give it in
You stole the wages of sin
Got to be in it to win
[Chorus]
Nine lives, nine times to die
I've been bitten once
But I won't be twice
left off
Living it all your way
If you'll stand in my shoes
If you'll do what I do
On wages day
On wages day
And the cap from Disneyland
That his
Wrong guy paying my wages
My patience is paper thin
Wrong guy paying my wages
My patience is paper thin
Now, I ain't sulking
I'm just too sober
Wrong guy paying my wages
My patience is paper thin
Wrong guy paying my wages
My patience is paper thin
Now, I ain't sulking
I'm just too sober
Hell can't stop me now
Why why yeah
Head this your time is short
This is your warning, so wage your war
The great accuser
Hurled down
Make sure you work to save, to pay the wage
To get the raise, so fuck today away
I'm wide awake, wide awake, wide awake
I'm wide awake, wide
spent
I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up
I carry history with me
I carry hope
All the nameless faces before us
Let's carry them all
I wanna carry the dead
Wage war on the palaces
I wanna
lil' mans don't get upset
Came a long way from the minimum wages
When I get paid, don't feel nothin'
I just came back from a flight, feel crazy
Hope
give it in
You stole the wages of sin
Got to be in it to win
[Chorus]
Nine lives, nine times to die
I've been bitten once - Tim McGraw
But I
give it in
You stole the wages of sin
Got to be in it to win
[Chorus]
Nine lives, nine times to die
I've been bitten once - Tim McGraw
But I
With Joe Hill at the mike,
When all the minimum-wage workers went on strike.
There was no one flipping burgers.
All the grills were cold.
Onion
in my own town
I'm like an awkward conversation
All of this work and I ain't seein' any wages
I ain't gonna stop until I do
Whoa
Whoa
More
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's
words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't
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